Alex's Angel (38 page)

She looked up.

He was dressed in his breeches and was buttoning his shirt. “You are not to leave the house alone at any time for the foreseeable future.”

“What about after you leave for New Orleans?” she asked, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice.

“Most likely even then.”

So he would have his freedom—freedom to see Maggie and Brigit and to go to New Orleans—and she would have none.

“And, Emily, I don’t mean merely that you should go out with Nancy or Sally. If I am not home, then James or Zachariah must accompany you.”

“James or Zachariah? Neither one of them can abide me! I would never dream of asking either of them.”

“Then you’ll have to wait until I can accompany you.”

“But you’ll be gone, to New Orleans.”

He gave her a stern look. “Then you’ll have to make your peace with Zachariah, won’t you?”

She stiffened all over. “Of course—it shall be as you dictate.”

He chuckled softly, a bitter sound that sent a chill into her. “That’s it. Wrap yourself up in your defiance. But still, do as I say.”

“It’s not defiance.”

“Then what would you call it?”

“I think you are being a little over-cautious.”

“Over-cautious?”

She sat up and leant forwards. “Yes, seeing dangers where… Well, perhaps there
is
danger, to some degree, but a very small degree.”

“I think I am a little more adept at gauging danger than a nineteen-year-old sheltered girl who wandered blindly into a Hell City tavern to peddle her virginity.” He turned his attention to the mirror and began tying his cravat.

“There’s a piece of logic here that even you cannot deny.”

He paused and half-turned to look at her. “Oh, yes, and what is that?”

“If Green truly wished to harm me, he would have done so already tonight.”

His face relaxed; a hint of tolerant amusement entered his eyes. “You were within screaming distance of some fifty-odd people, servants and all. He’d have been a fool.”

“No, that’s not how it was. The music would have quite drowned that out and we were at the very far end of the garden. Elizabeth was there, too. He could have used her to gain the upper hand. But he let her run away.”

He frowned and then turned back to the mirror. He tied his cravat with several terse jerks.

Ha! So, he didn’t seem to like being faced with the holes in his argument any better than she did.

“Why won’t you simply do as I ask?” His voice was deep and irritated.

“Because I think you are using this situation to gain control over me.”

He turned back to her, his expression one of incredulousness. “So your stubbornness goes so deep that you want to deny the real threat here?”

“No, I am not denying the threat. I know enough to be leery of Green and I surely shan’t be going off alone into any dark gardens and alleyways any time soon. But I also will not let irrational fear limit my actions to something less than any adolescent girl in this city is allowed.” She lifted her chin.

His forehead wrinkled up and he put his hand to it and shook his head for a moment.

“Good God, girl, you must always make everything so difficult.”

“Alex, even you cannot deny the logic of it. If Green wished to harm me or seize me in some dramatic plot to get at you through me, he would have done so tonight.”

He dropped his hand and looked evenly at her. “Yes, I see your reasoning. But logic cannot be applied to a man like Richard Green.”

“You’re saying he would yank me off Main Street in broad daylight?”

“I am saying I do not know what he would do. But for the next few weeks, we must be careful.”

 
* * * *

“I wish to ride up front,” she said to Zachariah once outside.

A frown marred his elegant features. “It’s a cold night, miss. It might sleet again yet. You should be inside.”

But she wanted to feel the air on her face. She didn’t want to be cooped up inside the dark carriage.

“I’ll ride up front,” she responded firmly.

“Mr Alexander will not be pleased if you catch a fever.”

“I am perfectly healthy—certainly well enough to breathe the night air.”

His mouth twisted, but he silently assisted her to sit on the bench at the front of the carriage. He settled a blanket around her, then went to take his own place.

Once the carriage was in motion, they rode quietly for a while, until suddenly she couldn’t bear this man’s silent condescension for a moment longer. She tried to make conversation.

“Alex says that in the near future I can’t leave the house without either you or James with me.”

Silence.

She watched the storefronts of the Southwark streets pass by, trying to ignore the burning at the back of her eyes. Really, it was too much.

“Well, he must have a reason to say that.” Zachariah’s voice startled her. She’d assumed he meant to ignore her.

“Green spoke to me in the garden tonight.”

“Ah, yes—Richard Green is a bad man.”

He frowned ever so slightly. “He hates Alex?”

“Yes.”

“You won’t say any more than that?”

“What more is there to say?”

“But there must be a reason for such hatred. Alex has never spoken to you about it?”

“No.”

“Didn’t you ever wonder about it?”

“It’s not my place, miss.”

“You don’t approve of me—no, you don’t like me, do you?”

His posture went a bit more rigid. “Miss, it is not my place to approve of you.”

His voice was as painfully polite as ever.

She was tired of evasion. She wanted only truth in her life. She wanted to sit up in the seat and shout and demand that everyone stop hiding things from her. The words rose from her depths and ripped themselves out. “Please, speak to me as if I were a fellow human being!”

His back went ramrod straight and his lips compressed so hard that white showed around their berry-brown edges. He reined the horses to a halt.

Her heart began to pound.

Oh, God. What have I done?

He turned to her, his eyes like black flames. “You wish me to speak to you as if I were your equal?”

At his pained tone, she placed her hand at her collarbone. “Yes, I do.”

“Well, it’s no good, miss. I can never, ever be your equal. Not here, in this place.”

“If you feel that way, why do you stay here in this city, working for a man like Alex?”

“Because he is a good, fair man. He pays me a generous wage. I am never going to have it this good, and that’s the truth.”

“But you resent having to do his bidding, having to wait upon a—a harlot, like you think I am because of that first night—”

He held up a forestalling hand. “Now, miss, you don’t know the way of other people’s minds. You always think you do, but you don’t. And what’s more, it’s rude to impose your false impressions on others. No one has told you these things but you ask me to speak to you as an equal. So now I am speaking to you bluntly.”

She swallowed and clasped and re-clasped her hands in her lap. “I—I saw the disapproval in your eyes that night.” She glanced back up at him, hot emotion squeezing her chest. “You can’t deny it.”

He stared sternly back at her for several moments. Her heart pounded harder and her breaths were very shallow.

“I want the truth,” she added, in breathless tones.

His lips twitched, then he jerked his head and faced the road. He toyed with the reins for a while. “What you saw that night, in my eyes, was concern for my employer.”

“Concern?”

“Yes.”

Goodness. Had he thought she was a cutpurse, as Green had? Or worse, diseased?

“I see.”

“Do you, miss?”

“I think so.”

“I doubt it.”

“Concern for him? Concern for him?” She had to take a deep breath to stop the hot rush of words.

“Yes, I was concerned for him. Concerned about your power over him.”

“But he held all the power!”

“Did he?”
Zachariah’s voice held that cryptic, slightly superior amusement that always
put her nerves on edge.

“He did.” She nodded firmly. “He does now.”

“I heard the way he spoke your name. I saw the way he looked at you, when you weren’t looking at him.” He turned to face her. “Do you know what I think, miss?”

“No.”

“I think you could have anything you wanted from Mr Alexander Dalton.” The barest hint of a smile graced his lips. “Even a wedding ring.”

The utter assurance in his voice rocked her. Put a tremble into her hands.

Her heart gave a little leap.

But she didn’t want a wedding ring from Mr Alexander Dalton.

“Y—you’re wrong. He will never marry.”

“He thinks he will never marry.”

“Yes—he is determined never to marry.”

“He surely never will if you aren’t willing to fight for him.”

The wind increased, biting cold through the layers snuggled around her. She gripped the blanket more tightly at her neck. She wasn’t interested in fighting Alex’s demons—or his other women.

She wasn’t interested in marrying him.

“No man will take a chance on a woman who will not believe in him. A woman who is determined to believe the worst of him.”

Heat burnt her face, dispelling her chill. “I do not believe the worst of Alex.”

“No?”

“No, definitely not.”

“Then why do you spend all your time fighting him when it’s clear he only wants the best for you?”

Frustration burst upon her. Of course he wouldn’t see how Alex tried to control her. Why had she bothered to open this conversation to begin with? It was clear that the man was wholly biased towards his employer. Who could blame him? As he said, generous wages were nothing to be carelessly tossed aside.

“I’d like to go home now, Zachariah.”

“As you will, miss. I knew you wouldn’t be able to hear me. Youth always thinks itself too wise to pay attention to others.”

His meaning stung, so much so she drew in a breath. “That’s what you think of me? Some silly girl who thinks she knows better than anyone else?”

His lack of an answer said everything.

“Then why did you even bother to tell me all of this?”

“Because I think you are the only person who can save Alexander Dalton from himself.”

“How could I possibly save him? I don’t even know what I am supposed to be saving him from. He shares nothing of himself with me.”

“That’s right, and he won’t share his secrets—not until you make the choice to trust him.”

“Knowing nothing—nothing real—of his past, I am to just decide to trust him? That’s an incredible leap of faith for anyone to make.”

“Yes. It’s your choice alone to make. And if you wait too long, it will be too late.”

His words, so casually uttered, settled over her, colder and harsher than the icy wind.

“Well, if it is too late, then it wasn’t meant to be…if it is too late, then your opinion will be proved wrong.” She spoke with hard tones that felt very much like conviction.

“If you wait until it’s too late, then you’ll have the rest of your life to wonder about that, miss.”

 
* * * *

Emily warmed her hands before the fire in the kitchen.
I think you are the only person who can save Alexander Dalton from himself.